Chapter TwentySince Nellie had gone, it was Anna who brought in the morning tea. Candida, who had not thought that she would sleep, lost herself almost from the moment that her head touched the pillow. There were no dreams, there was not anything, but she awoke with the feeling that she had been a long way off. Anna stood beside her, smiling and solicitous.
‘You slept? There is nothing like sleep and another day. Last night everyone is tired, everything goes wrong. We are gloomy, we quarrel. It is all very bad. But this morning we forget about it—it is gone.’
Candida pulled herself up in the bed, her nightgown slipping from one shoulder. She blinked at Anna and said,
‘I don’t think it’s as easy as that.’
Anna laughed.
‘Oh, yes, yes! Why, the rain is over, the sun shines and the birds
